Ice
• Written by michael-mfg
michael-mfg's Notes
Quick shit, also wrote it to murder ink, really good beat
Yeah,
Stepping no colour repping,
You forgetting who you’re messing,
With You lucky if I let you live,
On the mic I get right to it,
Your chance blew it,
Threw it away,
I come out to play,
Spray some paint on my face,
I do it just for the taste,
Such a waste,
When I’m done you’ll be nothing but paste,
Let’s not get haste,
Such a nice place,
Now watch as I show up,
And blow up,
Limbs in the air,
You Wave them like you don’t care,
a Skilled prick who willed this shit,
From nothing stop bluffing
And stuffing so many words into a rhyme,
Just take your time,
Fuck
Is this real or a pantomime,
He’s behind you ready to commit a crime,
Oh no I didn’t
Just fuck with the rhythm,
Causing a schism,
Now watch as I slam you on the prism,
My words are wisdom,
Kidding I just said nothing and still made a track,
You fucking skidding on this black,
Ice
It isn’t nice,
To skid on this ice,
Yeah,
You’re slippin
I’m dipping,
Watch it I’m ripping the mic in two,
Thor In this bitch causing lightening whoooo,
Wonder if I’m frightening?
That’s true,
Cut the beat it’s through,
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michael-mfg
Member since August 15 2016